Caressed by a Crimson Moon (Rulers of Darkness) (18 page)

“Hadrian, please. T–too slow.” Her words ended on a gasp as his hot mouth clamped over a nipple.

He drew lazy circles with his tongue, flicking the hard nub. Her body writhed beneath him as he began to suck, hard. Harder.

She was gasping for breath when he finally released her nipple. Their eyes locked as he drew his tongue down the valley of her breasts. His fangs gently scraped her flesh and her body went liquid with heat. Her head fell back.

Hadrian seized her other nipple. Torture. Searing. Blissful agony coursed through her and gathered at her core. She restlessly moved against him, rubbing her thighs over his shoulders, her hips undulated beneath his heavy torso, as her back arched, pressing her breast firmly to his mouth.

With every draw of his lips, with every tease of his tongue and nip of his teeth, Eva came closer and closer to the razor’s edge. Her breath came in rapid gasps. Her body ached, pleading for release.

He cupped her breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh with his strong fingers, suckling each nipple in turn, and drawing out her torment until the world splintered. Eva cried out as the storm of ecstasy swept her away. Her hands fell, she gripped his head.

Hadrian swiftly snatched her wrists again, imprisoning them. Gripping her chin with his other hand, he forced her to meet his gaze. Her vision was blurry, pleasure still hummed through her body. His face was set in harsh lines. His eyes. A spark of fear raced up Eva’s spine. His eyes were consumed by dark crimson.

“My control is…fragile,” he said, his tone even, his voice rough yet soothing. His hold on her jaw loosened, his fingers slipping back to her nape to caress her tangled hair. “Please, my sweet Eva.” He drew her hands above her head once more. He gave a rough squeeze to her wrists before releasing her. She heard him whisper, “Only pleasure,” as he moved down her body.

His lips burned her as he kissed a path from her chin, down her throat, and across her breasts. She locked her fingers together, her nails digging into the backs of her hands as he stoked the fire of her desire. He pressed his lips to every rib as he slowly descended her body. His fangs teased her hipbones. Her body went up in flames. An uncontrollable inferno claimed her as that delicious pleasure began to build within her again. It coiled tighter and tighter.

His mouth hovered just above her clitoris, his cool breath teasing, taunting.

“Oh, Hadrian,” she moaned, her legs restlessly scissored against him. Her body writhed, inviting, her sighs a pleading whisper. She needed to feel his lips on her sex, his tongue…

Hadrian took in a deep breath, branding her scent into his memory. His fangs dripped in anticipation.

“Please.”

“Please, what, my sweet?”

Eva’s growl made him smile. Hadrian skimmed his fingers over her breasts, pinching her nipples before running his hands down her sides to grip her hips, pinning her to the bed.

“Control,” he whispered, too softly for Eva to hear. Hadrian lowered his head. “Is this what you want?” He stroked her with his tongue and groaned.

Eva shuddered. Her breath seized as her muscles tightened and her heart pounded out of control. He circled her clitoris with his velvet tongue before capturing it with his lips, suckling her relentlessly. He heard her breath catch, felt her muscles tense, and tasted her orgasm. She screamed and Hadrian grew more forceful. He licked at her. His tongue thrusting into her again and again her honey filled his mouth. Her hips rocked, riding his mouth as she would soon ride his cock.

He growled. He had never tasted anything as sweet as this woman. His woman. His Eva. She was all warm vanilla, delicious and dangerously addictive. Another of her orgasms drenched his tongue. Her body convulsed and his name echoed through the halls.

His instincts roared as the world around him fell into darkness. Eva whimpered, her head thrashing against the pillows, her muscles tensed, strained with orgasm after orgasm. Hadrian groaned low in his throat, the sound rough, primal.

He was mindless. Insatiable flames of passion consumed him. He was dieing to be inside her, but she needed to be ready for his invasion.

Hadrian skimmed his hand over her thigh, pushed past her folds, and buried a finger inside her. Eva bowed, her hands gripping and tearing the sheets. He continued to work her clitoris with his tongue. Inserting another finger, he began pumping in and out.

“Again, Eva,” his growled.

He drove into her, a fast, hard rhythm, his fingers curling upward and spreading as he thrust. Her knees fell open wide as moans slipped from her lips. Eva fought for air. The firestorm of pleasure became unbearable.

“I’m–Yes, H–Hadrian. I’m going to…” Her words ended on a scream of ecstasy as her orgasm claimed her. Frenzied with pleasure, she gripped at his shoulders. Her muscles clenched around his fingers, gripping him so tightly he nearly came in his jeans.

Hadrian pushed to his feet. He could take the torture no longer. He had to be inside her. Now. He tore at his zipper and stepped free of the rough, confining fabric.

He came down, his slim hips settling between her thighs. He supported his weight with his arms, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of her head. It took every ounce of his strength to resist from thrusting into her, savagely claiming her innocence.

“Please,” she whispered, her throat was rough from cries of pleasure.

Their gaze met and held. She was trembling beneath him, sated yet desire still glittered in those amber orbs. Her passion and hunger mirrored his own, matching his need. He peered down at her in awe. She was ready, willing, and demanding more.

She arched her back. The head of his cock brushed over her folds, slipping over her swollen, sensitive clitoris. Hadrian suppressed a shudder as her moan kissed his ears.

“Eva,” he whispered. An ache. Yes, an ache. He ached for her. His body, his fangs, his heart, even his tattered soul
ached
for her.

Hadrian pressed a kiss to her temple as he rotated his hips, rocking his long shaft against her. “I’m going to be inside you.”

Eva struggled for breath, anticipation pounding through her veins as flames of need devoured them.

He pressed forward, working the crown of his cock into her. Eva gave a short, stunned sigh as he slowly entered her, stretching her.

“Gods, Eva,” Hadrian moaned. She was slick with need, hot, tight silk.

Mine.
He inched in further.
Claim.
His fangs throbbed in his mouth, her rapid heartbeat a flawless melody.
Take.
He could feel the darkness rising within him. He wanted to mark her, to score her perfect as silk skin with his razor like fangs. He wanted to spill his seed deep within her as he savagely fed, tearing at her throat.

Hadrian stilled. Closing his eyes, he battled his violent urges. This was not about him or his demon. This was for Eva. Only Eva.

“Is something wrong?”

Her soft voice drew him back, smoothing away his worries, his doubts, calming his beast.

“No.”

“Good.” She wrapped her arms about his neck. “No escape,” she said, her breath brushing over his lips.

He took her mouth, their kiss long and slow. He savored the feel, the taste, and the beautiful new, frightening sensations that spread through his chest, warming him, heating his cold heart and damaged soul.

There would be no escape for either of them. Clenching his jaw, he thrust forward, swift, hard, deep. Hadrian’s harsh growl was drowned by Eva’s cry of pained pleasure.

“Oh, gods,” he exhaled as he trembled.

Perfection. He knew she would feel this way. Exquisitely tight and hell fire hot—Heaven.

“I know what you mean,” she whispered.

He slowly withdrew, inch by inch, then thrust in again, hitting the top of her sex.

Gentle. Control
, he chanted as he gritted his teeth.

Eva’s head fell back, her hands slipped from his neck to his biceps. Her nails carving into his hard muscle as he found a torturous rhythm. She writhed beneath him, her hips rocking to meet his slow, measured thrusts. His body quaked as he battled against his instamatics to feed, to mark her, to…dominate.

His fangs pulsed as his gaze dropped to her throat. He could hear her heart beating. The sound of her blood rushing through her veins was deafening. The sent of her sex, her arousal, their combined lust filled burned his lungs like thick, black smoke. Her blood would be rich and thick with her pleasure, sweetly erotic. A simple taste would only drive him over the edge.

Focus. He needed to focus
.
Hadrian’s heart slammed against his chest, matching the frantic rhythm of Eva’s. Catching her jaw, he held her still. Look at me,” he commanded. Pure, ethereal, molten amber, her eyes swirled with need.

Eva struggled to keep her eyes open, the pleasure was drugging, demanding. Hadrian’s intense, dark eyes smoldered with untamed need and wild hunger. Yet, he resisted his cravings. He fought for her, to be gentle, patient. She brushed the tips of her fingers along his jaw. He turned toward her, pressing his lips against her palm and Eva felt her heart melt.

Focusing on Eva, he watched as her pleasure mounted. Her eyes glazed over, losing focus. Her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, her sighs and moans a soothing symphony to his tattered soul.

Yes, he nearly shouted as her back arched, her breasts thrusting upward, her nipples abrading his chest. His name was strangled whisper as she came, her body rippled around him, her heat gripping him tightly.

Glorious,
he thought.

His trusts quickened.

Again. He needed to feel her climax again. He bent his head and captured a rosy nipple. He licked, he suckled, he grazed hard bud with the tip of his fangs. He drew his tongue down the valley of her breasts before kissing is way to her other nipple.

Eva gripped the back of his head, holding him to her. “Harder,” she moaned.

A dangerous thrill danced down his spine as he complied. His hips began to pound against her, hard. His body raged for release, a terrible need only she could fill. He was soaring as her body clenched around him. Her head thrashed as another orgasm slammed into her. Her hot sheath tightened, demanding. He thrust, helpless against the onslaught of emotion and exquisite sensation that pounded through him. Wild. Uninhibited. Urgent. His body took hers, claimed hers, a demanding possessions.

White hot lightning arced and snapped between them, the friction building and building, tension winding.

The world fragmented around them and faded into nothing, time was lost and reality was nonexistent as their passion exploded. They soared, falling into the warmth of perfect ecstasy together. A shocked, blissful roar tore from his chest, hot seed jetted from him. Spasms wracked his body as his orgasm went on and on, filling her, spilling to her thighs.

At last, Hadrian’s arms gave out and he collapsed, his heavy frame shaking the bed. He lay beside her, his chest heavy, his heart matching the frantic pace of hers.

As the last quake of pleasure left his body, bloodlust slammed into him. The need pumped through his veins, thick lava. His nails turned into talons, tearing the sheets, his vision went red. He tried to swallow, but his throat was like sandpaper, raw.

Hadrian’s gaze swept over Eva’s body. Virgin’s blood smeared the apex of her thighs. The scent was maddening, mouthwatering,
irresistible
. It called to him, beckoning the demon that prowled the darkness of his mind. Heat engulfed him; suddenly his skin was too tight. His vision blurred before all went red.

Eva tensed, sensing the change in Hadrian. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes. His face was pale, too pale. Red devoured his pupils, bleeding to consume his black rises, seeping into the white until they glowed like the fires of hell, jumping with greedy flames.

“Hadrian, what’s wrong?”

She reached for him, her fingers brushing his shoulder.

He violently flinched as if her touch were a searing brand, charring his flesh. He slid from the bed with a predatory grace, his demonic gaze locked on her. His muscles strained and shook as he fought to hold himself back. She could see every vein, every line and hollow of his body. Shadows sliced across his face, his eyes burning like hot coals in the darkness.

His lips curled back revealing long, lethal fangs. The sound of Eva’s blood rushing, ebbing and flowing, flourishing with life, taunted him.

“Eva.” Her name a strangled whisper.

“Hadrian, what can I do?”

“Can’t—” He wrapped his arms about his middle as he heaved, nothing came up. He had not fed.

Attack. Feed. Claim her.

He stumbled back. The demon’s screams, piercing, his skull pounded, his lips were dry, cracked. The scent of sex and blood burned his nose and settled in his lungs like a bunch of needles.

“I have…to go.” His words broke on an agonized moan, his body convulsed.